What if it's you?

Chapter Two -First meeting.

Why are you reading me?

Was it the title that got your attention?

Was it the cover picture?

Why are you reading me?

  I've never thought that one day I'd have enough courage to fill up my pages. It's like puberty for humans. When I wrote to all the books that I was finally ready to do so they were like "Oh great! What story are you going to work on? Is it a biography? a vampire thing? love triangle?" They gave me all the possible ideas of a book but no, that wasn't what I planned to write about, not even close.

  I wrote "None, I won't be writing a story, I'm meeting with human beings. I'm going to do what no other book has done before, I'm going to talk to people and let them know that books are able to interact with them, that books aren't what gives you events to talk about but they are what makes your mind talk with them. A book doesn't only make your life better but it gives you the chance to live many lives. A book isn't only made to make readers escape what they are and imagine who they want to be, I am going to make people see why all of you played it safe, I am going to talk to people. I lived many years in this room full of dust, watching all my friends filling up their pages and getting sold crazily just because they chose to talk about a story and followed the steps of the eldest. I came to notice that people always buy romance books, people lack love, people crave love, people need love. So instead of giving them characters to fantasize about, I am going to do what you call forbidden and show them love, directly." 

  They thought I was crazy, because they always wrote about other people's lives, imaginary stories, abnormal creatures.. But the idea of interacting with you was and still is their biggest fear. They called me irresponsible and a shame for all the books, they said that I didn't deserve to ever feel the joy of filling up these dusty, thick and almost yellow papers of mine. They thought I was stupid to think that someone, somewhere is going to feel that a book is made for them. 

  'You've always wanted to be a famous book, you're the biggest dreamer in this room, you wanted to be one of the best sales books, a book that humans will find interesting. Interesting enough to make a movie based on it. You ain't doing that if you don't write a story!" With that said. Well, written. They made me doubt myself. I doubted you. I am beyond sorry for that.  They wrote stories because if something went wrong, if readers didn't like the ending or the plot, they will blame the characters, not the book itself. Books were afraid of people. 

  But I remembered how much people love books, how much they love love! And I wanted to be a special book for you. I've always been different, my thoughts weren't limited, I was proud of being a book but willing to build up my own world, following other books' steps was never what I wanted. 

  So that was a little bit about me, I am still not used to this, am I awkward? Please don't let me go yet, I need you to help me show the books I challenged, that it was worth it. You're not crazy, books can talk to you, look here I am, talking to you, no one else but you, you're all what matters right now, it all depends on you. 

 Now, who are you?

  I don't mean female or male, I mean are you the kind of readers who get attached to the characters? Because you won't have one, It's just me, I hope it's enough. Are you happy? a dreamer? a lover? or simply someone living on the hope of being good enough. 

   I can't see you but I can feel your eyes on me, I feel the sparkle. Can you smile for me? I know you didn't, okay this is awkward for you right? I know, I'm feeling the same, I guess it's just because this is our first time meeting, but I feel good in this awkwardness, because you're still reading me, it means that you're interested. Don't get me wrong. I mean interested in my words. Do you want to know something? I am not worried about how you, people, look like, but I am worried about how do I look? Am I a heavy, dusty, ugly book? Maybe I am, because I lived long boring years in what I call "BB-Books room". Before becoming books room. 

  But hey, look at me now, I'm living my dream. I've heard that people are sensitive creatures, I hope you'd find peace, benignity and kindness in me. I am not a book with the most complicated vocabulary, I mean who reads that shit?

  Oops. Sorry I didn't mean to use a bad word but I've heard that people use it so much. I've also heard that they go somewhere special for a first date. We can make this special. Are you in your room? On your bed? On a chair? Outside? Under a tree? In front of a lake? Because that's enough for me, I am not into fancy things, are you? I feel warm.. You have warm hands. 

  I want you to smile. Wait I'll try something you people do. Jokes.

 "A woman gets on a bus with her baby. The bus driver says, "That's the ugliest baby that I've ever seen. Ugh!" The woman goes to the rear of the bus and sits down, fuming. She says to a man next to her, "The driver just insulted me!" The man says, "You go right up there and tell him off – go ahead, I'll hold your monkey for you.""

  Is that a smile? I just felt a bright light hit my pages, you must have the prettiest smile. Do you think I'm silly? Good because I don't want to sound like a serious history teacher. 

  I am surprised, you're still reading. I guess I'm not as ugly as I thought I'd be. But hey let's not push it, a first meeting should be simple and not boring, we can't tell each other everything, we need to keep the mysterious part of us hidden. Don't be sad, we'll meet up again, for sure. It was good for me. I hope it was for you.

  Thank you for spending time with me. 

  Always believe in what ifs.

Hi.

I just wanted to tell you that in order to make this book special you need to connect with it for real. So when the book asks questions, such as "Do you think I'm silly?" Or " Where are you now?" You can answer in a comment. Just to make this feel right. 

 Oh and thank you xx